[REE-gehl]
✮ dhaniya ✮
[ varajakshi ]
▻ mṛgaśira ♀ (x varajakshi) ◅
He had been lucky in his acquisition of Yıldırım as Sobek. It had been in a time of upheaval and he had been able to keep quietly to himself with his Dhaniya and Varajakshi. Vara had been quiet as usual, tucked in the little slot canyon in the north, Dhaniya like a ghost but still so suited to his heart that she had risen to First Wife. It had been that marriage that had begun the turn of the rigid rules they once followed. No more breed elitism. No more concerns over the virginity of a First Wife or even wives in general.
Yıldırım is a picture on that crest of dune and it does not take much for Rigel to see what it was his now more… self-aware and socially-conscious niece saw in him. He is handsome, far and reachingly better than most of their Sadim in both conformation, poise, and general coloration. In the sun, he shone as if he were gold formed into a horse and splattered with salt from the old flats outside the motherland.
When he comes alongside his right hand, the man who supported him, he is fair quiet. "Forgive me if my moongazing disturbed you." Rigel smiles, though he doesn’t turn eyes to his Sobek, only looking up to also admire the moon. "It is a good night for it."
"You are not sleeping with the others. Does something trouble you?"
He chuckles, finally looking at the moonlight lines golden son of his one-time betrothed. "Nothing troubling, but certainly in need of discussing." It is not as though he could turn the tides of a woman’s heart when the heart was not his to accept or reject, after all. "And you will be bearing the brunt of that particular trouble, not me." The smirk and glitter of humor in his eyes betrays his amusement and lends amusement to the low rumbling tone of even his usually higher voice.
"My niece has never held another in her eye but you." His sudden ear perk and raised brow signal his having not finished his thought, "I know she seems a frivolous young thing, but do not forget who taught her and who her parents are. If she were yet a yearling, I would protect you from the implications and talk to my brother about silly wildling fillies and their flirtations and crushes."
He looks to the other side of the core oases, of the dual-oasis claimed by both herd and Sheikh, where his niece would likely be sleeping amidst the jungle-style foliage. "You must either break her heart now or turn an eye to her and truly consider the woman she has become and decide for yourself if you can become the prince of the people she may one day lead at your side as her mother and father do now." He sighs wistfully, "I know you did not ask for her favor, you have always been very capable in keeping the respectful distance that even I could not find fault in…" He tilts his head, though, as if considering more, "But would such definite and unmoving admiration and affection be so bad? Would you not be as fine a stallion to put forward as any one that could be arranged for her out of political need?"
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ nine years - arabian - sooty bay rabicano - 15.2 hh ◅